Post by Matthias on Apr 18, 2015 21:19:08 GMT -5
There wasn’t really much of any damage on either of the boys, the bruise that had blossomed on Matthias’s temple had healed automatically and most of the thin splinters that had showered Pontius had loosely fallen into his fur. Still, the tiny coati had been so heavily dusted with splinters that some had inevitably scraped his skin and blood dotted Matthias’s arms as he held Pontius in his arms. That scent of blood made Matthias feel a hot coil of fury that Pontius had been hurt again but he needed to get Pontius to safety before anything else.
Matthias held Pontius even more tightly to his chest, until the coati squeaked and squirmed in protest at the treatment, although that did nothing to stop Matthias from unfurling a wing to wrap around his arms to give them greater protection.
He ran like a bat out of hell, and he likely would have kept running until he had reached a distance that he would determine as safe but before he could, he heard a familiar voice calling out to him.
There was a flurry of emotions, mostly distress as the urge to protect Pontius wrestled with his affection for Rosalind but before he could come to any kind of conscious decision Matthias found himself giving a slight jump and shifting his clawed feet forward, bringing himself to an abrupt halt while Pontius yelped. ”Rossalind!” Matthias gasped, already panting from the short burst of activity. His curse still made his tongue forked and reptilian, which made his voice slur and hiss but Matthias had felt the effect so frequently that he could speak relatively clearly. ”Wha-what are you doing out here?”
Matthias looked at the children around her then quickly turned his head to look back to the old house. In his arms, Pontius worked his head up and out of his arms so he could stare at Rosalind with his ears pricked up, making faint ‘mrrr’ sounds. ”I’m fine, but Russs iss, um, theress thiss fuc-erm-thiss maniac in the old housse. He hurt Russs!” Matthias was half panicked but he had managed to catch himself before he swore in front of her pack of children. Matthias had been swearing from the day he had learned to speak, if Pontius was to believed then Matthias’s first word had been some combination of ‘bastard’ and ‘hells’ and somehow Matthias didn’t think Rosalind would appreciate if Ira’s first word was something similar. ”You sshould get out of here, he keepss sscreaming and breaking thingss, I think he’ss dangerouss.” Yes, that was wise. He needed to get Rosalind and her children out just as he needed to get Pontius out. He needed to keep the lot of them safe.
When Matthias heard the sound of heavy, draconic wings pumping and Matthias snarled. ”Hold the fluffy thing,” Matthias told Zayn as he shoved a protesting Pontius into the kid’s arms. Matthias turned sharply on his clawed feet and he spread his wings wide to shield the lot of them. Matthias shifted his weight low on his feet and he swirled his tail forward so the giant spines were splayed out defensively. Matthias yanked Ignis out of its sheath across his back but the blade did not burst into flames just yet.
”Back off,” Matthias warned coldly. The crazed shifter wasn’t the only one with draconic instincts, and Matthias was far more stable in his. He had never been half as unstable as this shifter seemed to be. A growl rumbled in Matthias’s throat as the shifter turned into his disorienting human form once more. His face was blurring in and out of Matthias’s mind, but it always seemed out of focus and creepy. ”What do you want?” he demanded.
Matthias held Pontius even more tightly to his chest, until the coati squeaked and squirmed in protest at the treatment, although that did nothing to stop Matthias from unfurling a wing to wrap around his arms to give them greater protection.
He ran like a bat out of hell, and he likely would have kept running until he had reached a distance that he would determine as safe but before he could, he heard a familiar voice calling out to him.
There was a flurry of emotions, mostly distress as the urge to protect Pontius wrestled with his affection for Rosalind but before he could come to any kind of conscious decision Matthias found himself giving a slight jump and shifting his clawed feet forward, bringing himself to an abrupt halt while Pontius yelped. ”Rossalind!” Matthias gasped, already panting from the short burst of activity. His curse still made his tongue forked and reptilian, which made his voice slur and hiss but Matthias had felt the effect so frequently that he could speak relatively clearly. ”Wha-what are you doing out here?”
Matthias looked at the children around her then quickly turned his head to look back to the old house. In his arms, Pontius worked his head up and out of his arms so he could stare at Rosalind with his ears pricked up, making faint ‘mrrr’ sounds. ”I’m fine, but Russs iss, um, theress thiss fuc-erm-thiss maniac in the old housse. He hurt Russs!” Matthias was half panicked but he had managed to catch himself before he swore in front of her pack of children. Matthias had been swearing from the day he had learned to speak, if Pontius was to believed then Matthias’s first word had been some combination of ‘bastard’ and ‘hells’ and somehow Matthias didn’t think Rosalind would appreciate if Ira’s first word was something similar. ”You sshould get out of here, he keepss sscreaming and breaking thingss, I think he’ss dangerouss.” Yes, that was wise. He needed to get Rosalind and her children out just as he needed to get Pontius out. He needed to keep the lot of them safe.
When Matthias heard the sound of heavy, draconic wings pumping and Matthias snarled. ”Hold the fluffy thing,” Matthias told Zayn as he shoved a protesting Pontius into the kid’s arms. Matthias turned sharply on his clawed feet and he spread his wings wide to shield the lot of them. Matthias shifted his weight low on his feet and he swirled his tail forward so the giant spines were splayed out defensively. Matthias yanked Ignis out of its sheath across his back but the blade did not burst into flames just yet.
”Back off,” Matthias warned coldly. The crazed shifter wasn’t the only one with draconic instincts, and Matthias was far more stable in his. He had never been half as unstable as this shifter seemed to be. A growl rumbled in Matthias’s throat as the shifter turned into his disorienting human form once more. His face was blurring in and out of Matthias’s mind, but it always seemed out of focus and creepy. ”What do you want?” he demanded.